I yank the thong up even harder making you squeal out from the shock and stabbing pain. Then yer squeal is drowned out by a loud RRRRRIIIIIPPPPPPPPP as yer thong practically disintegrates in my hand. That’s what ya get for buying cheap, Bo Peep! And I’m pretty sure I just won some big time points from our happy spectator for liberating you from yer thong leaving you completely starkers as I think they say in the UK (thank you Google!).
You don’t even give me time to enjoy the moment as you press yer shoulder even harder and more forcefully into my lower tummy. You drive up and forward, pumping yer legs, using yer interlaced fingers to lift me up by my butt, forcing me up on my tiptoes. Not being able to plant my feet firmly and use my weight and balance, I start moving backwards toward the pool. I know I’m going in. Well, guess what, you are going in with me, chickie!
As my feet hit the very edge of the pool I take a deep breath and hold it in. At the same time I wrap my arms around yer waist. We’re airborne for a few seconds and then we hit the chilly water. The shock of the coldness feels like my body is being hit by hundreds of sharp needles. I almost open my mouth to gasp but remember I’m under freakin water! When we hit the water we let go of each other. Sorry sweetie you aren’t that lucky, I CAN swim! And I’m gonna make you pay for this unexpected splash landing. I kick my legs and rise to the surface. My head pops up out of the water. I open my eyes and take a gasping breath. You pop up close to me and I quickly swim to you, reach out and clamp my right hand on top of yer head. I work to get a good grip on yer now wet blonde hair so I can try to dunk yer head under the water and keep it down. How long can ya hold yer breath, biotch?!